Neal Gruer, Southend

Leaving glass and girders;
The empty capital, awash with
Expensive loneliness.
Grey, turns gradual green, turns gradual white.
The urbane heat melts snow, not hearts,
Strangling my beloved romanticism. I worry not,
Convinced that she will be with me when I return.

A carriage takes me to meet
My own company.
Four aging insects crawl through my ears,
Reminding me of a good man.
A great man:
The courier of my eccentricities,
The captain of my rationale.

No screening here. My attention rapt
By blue, green and sunlight, all
Confusingly real,
Expansive company.
Midday on Friday, alive in the daytime,
This is the time,
Of unavoidable happiness.

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Text & Photography: Neal Gruer (2019)

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